It’s not Labor Day yet, but one thing is certain: I have achieved major fail on my Labor Till Labor Day Dare.
My goals were unrealistic (“Write more new words than you’ve ever written in a month and revise two hundred pages on top of that”), and I’d forgotten to factor in my obsession with the Olympics (Yay, Olympics!). Then a multi-day shoot at work sucked a ton of my time and energy. Plus, August boasts both my anniversary with Chris and my birthday.
My timing for this dare was less than ideal, but let’s face the real truth: My record with dares, even the ones I start myself, is abysmal. Dares don’t make me write more, they just make me feel more guilty for not writing. And hey, if there’s one thing I don’t need, it’s more guilt!
It’s time for me to find a new way to tap into my writing mojo… preferably a way that works. As always, I’m open to suggestions!
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